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- Kinyo Wakashu
Kaze fukeba hasu no ukiha ni tama koete suzushiku narinu higurashi no koe
When the wind blows, dewdrops roll like jewels across the floating lotus leaves, and the song of the evening cicadas has grown cool.
Kinyo Wakashu - Minamoto no Toshiyori
Sawamizu ni hogushi no kage no utsureru o futa tomoshi to ya shika wa miruramu
The light of the hunters' torch is mirrored in the marsh water. Does the deer, seeing it, take it for two hunting fires?
Shika tatanu hayama ga suso ni tomoshi shite ikuyo kainaki yo o akasuramu
Lighting their hunting torches at the foot of low hills where no deer appear, how many fruitless nights must the hunters spend until dawn?
Kinyo Wakashu - Minamoto no Akinaka
Satsukiyami hanatachibana no arika o ba kaze no tsute ni zo sora ni shirikeru
In the darkness of the Fifth Month's rainy nights, I came to know, unseen, where the orange blossoms were, through the message carried by the wind.
Yadogoto ni hanatachibana zo niou naru hitoki ga sue o kaze wa fukedomo
In every house, it seems, orange blossoms are fragrant, though the wind is blowing over the top of only a single tree.
Kinyo Wakashu - Fujiwara no Kinzane
Kono sato mo yūdachi shikeri asajiu ni tsuyu no sugaranu kusa no ha mo nashi
An evening shower has fallen on this village too: among the low reeds, there is not a single blade of grass without dew clinging to it.
Kinyo Wakashu - Minamoto no Toshiyori
Ōigawa ikuse ubune no suginuramu honoka ni narinu kagaribi no kage
Through how many rapids of the Ōi River have the cormorant boats passed by now? The light of their fishing fires has grown faint.
Tamakushige futagamiyama no ko no ma yori izureba akuru natsu no yo no tsuki
No sooner has it risen through the trees on Mount Futagami than the night is breaking: such is the summer moon.
Minazuki no teru hi no kage wa sashinagara kaze nomi aki no keshiki naru kana
Though the blazing sun of the Sixth Month still beats down, the wind alone already has the feel of autumn.
Kinyo Wakashu - Fujiwara no Tadamichi
Natsu no yo no tsuki matsu hodo no tesusabi ni iwa moru shimizu iku musubi shitsu
On a summer night, to while away the time waiting for the moon, how many times have I cupped my hands in the clear spring trickling from the rocks?
Kinyo Wakashu - Fujiwara no Mototoshi
Misogi suru migiwa ni kaze no suzushiki wa hitoyo o komete aki ya kinuramu
The wind is cool at the water's edge where the purification rite is held. Could it be that autumn has arrived within this single night?
Tokotowa ni fuku yūgure no kaze naredo aki tatsu hi koso suzushikarikere
It is the same evening wind that blows at dusk every day, yet on this day, when autumn begins, it feels truly cool.
Kinyo Wakashu - Fujiwara no Kinzane
Makuzu hau ada no ōno no shiratsuyu o fuki na midari so aki no hatsukaze
O first wind of autumn, do not scatter the white dew on the broad plain of Ada, where the kudzu vines creep and spread.
Kinyo Wakashu - Minamoto no Nakamasa
Yorozuyo ni kimi zo mirubeki tanabata no yukiai no sora o kumo no ue nite
For ten thousand ages my lord will surely look upon the sky where the two stars of Tanabata meet, here above the clouds at the palace.
Tanabata no koke no koromo o itowazu wa hito naminami ni kashi mo shitemashi
If the Weaver Maid would not shrink from my humble mossy robe, I would lend it to her just like everyone else.
Kinyo Wakashu - Nōin
Fujigoromo imi mo ya suru to tanabata ni kasanu ni tsukete nururu sode kana
Fearing that my mourning robe might be thought ill-omened, I do not lend it to the Weaver Maid, and at that very thought my sleeves are wet with tears.